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letra de gettin' outta these streets - trizzmatic

intro (trizzmatic talking)

verse 1

i was young coming up
in the slums
hearing gun shots
i’m immune and i’m numb
weed residue on my lips
and my thumbs
spirits hold me to the sound of the drum
couple bullets blew
but they passed me
couple years ago
but feels like last week
cold mornings
turn into scary evenings
i just stood beside a car
and i’m barley weaving
figured i gotta die
i’m die standing
n-ggas took off
i shook off my mind scrambling
years prior
my n-ggas had a wonderful run
i was locked up
feelin’ like a sucka and bum
barely eating
trizz barely had a crumb of a crumb
which means b-tch
you was probably under the gun
i sit back and i pull purple
seeing how everything comes full circle
interlude (trizzmatic talking)

hook

i’m getting out these streets
and i’m living out my dreams
you know

verse 2

you don’t know the half of my crew
and d-mn look at all the cash that i blew
with nothing to show for it
but go for it
i live life
i don’t care what’s in store for it
there’s sh-t i can’t take back
if god let the gate crack
i’ma take a stand
and just state facts
i know what’s up
cuffed in the paddy wagon
b-tches tried to hold me down
lifers wanted to hold me up
gave me books to read
like assata
jomo kenyatta
my soul was beat like a piñata
i did college but dropped out to find me
no more meat
no drinks
or lime green
i was doing good
had a peace of mind
til i came home
to the demon time
everybody scheming
and they got a angle
so i got myself a gun
i don’t need a angel
outro (trizzmatic talking)

- trizzmatic

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